Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.